It's been more than seven years since my grandfather died. I stopped by his house today and walked around his yard in the rain.
Many things have changed. The garden is gone. Most of the flowers are also gone. The fir trees that he once sold for Christmas have grown to sizes and shapes that won't work as Christmas trees any longer. The deck in the back has been fixed up and stained again.
But some things are the same. Especially the ducks. They still fly on the side of the barn. Eternal flight. Heading toward the sun.
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